I decided to cut my walk  short and have a coffee at the Long House.

I was in the ten kilometer zone. I was aiming for fifteen.

The Loon was sitting outside.

He looked like a customer.

He was that convincing.

Buy me  a drink and give me a cigarette.

I walked inside and he followed me.

I might get that fifteen kilometres after all.

He kept on following me.

I kept on looking for an exit.

Man, he had me fooled.

I thought he was just one of the paying derelicts outside.

Man, I wasn't into his company, neither today or tomorrow.

I did get my fifteen klicks.

I've only got to thank the Loon for that.

But we really should stop meeting this way.

People might start talking.

I did hit the Long House in the evening.

I ran into Mr Singasong. He wasn't pissed enough to sing a song.

I ran into his Muslim drinking partner.

In this part of Malaysia, Muslims are permitted to drink.

There's not enough iman's to enforce them not to drink.




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